Back in 2003 I began formulating a series of surreal video ideas, born out of frustration at the crop of identikit television programmes that were coming out of Britain at the time, and my naturally warped sense of humour. I made a series of monologues called Punk Omelette – the phrase deriving from my slapping music styles together with TV content, in this case, cooking.

By doing so I invented an entire genre of media-bending formats. Now that I’ve helped put podcasting on the map and it’s accepted as proper grown up media, and now that I don’t have to be so damn serious all the time, I think it’s time to pick that particular pantyhose up off the floor once more, and get moving with the eggs and the nails.

After all, as I often say – what is the point, except the sharp bit at the end?